Chapter 1 A Desperate Struggle
(Female-oriented pure romance (two male leads), Yuan Shi * Chang Hao (Lu Ya), please do not enter by mistake~~)
Chaos, without heaven or earth, vast and boundless, has always been mysterious and unpredictable.
But things are different now. The entire chaotic area is filled with blood-red light, and the giant at the center is fighting against many opponents. The battle is fierce.
A golden light tore through the plane and suddenly appeared here. In the blinding light, the faint figures paused slightly, and then charged toward the battlefield without fear of death.
"Chang Hao, are you crazy? If I die, you won't live either." The system didn't expect that Chang Hao, with whom it had always gotten along harmoniously, would suddenly turn on it.
The system attempted to break free from the cage set up by Chang Hao and regain control of Chang Hao's body, but unsurprisingly, it failed.
"Even if I'm crazy, it's because you drove me crazy," Chang Hao retorted, pausing to listen for a moment.
As a primordial demon god martyrs, occasionally a supreme treasure would come his way. Chang Hao would dodge it without blinking. Time was precious, and he dared not gamble on the power of the thing inside his body.
Seeing that even the supreme treasures scattered in the chaos couldn't stop Chang Hao's steps, the system felt its heart breaking. "Madman, madman! He doesn't even pick up the supreme treasures!!!"
That was a supreme innate treasure. If he weren't just a remnant soul now, he would have snatched it without regard for his image.
Chang Hao turned a deaf ear. He always preferred to die a glorious death rather than live a shameful one, and was prepared to die cleanly, not to pick up any treasures.
Suddenly, an overwhelming aura, carrying the voice of the Great Dao, swept in.
"Get out of the way! That's the residual power of the Heaven-Opening Axe. Do you even know what the Heaven-Opening Axe is?"
"To die under the Heaven-Opening Divine Axe is to perish completely, with no possibility of rebirth!!!" The voice was sharp and piercing, and the system's composure in front of Chang Hao was completely shattered.
"What's the point of Fusheng? To continue being a pawn in your hands, a tool for you to accumulate merit?" Despite saying this, Chang Hao dodged the world-destroying blow of the Heaven-Opening Divine Axe.
He's not stupid. Getting injured halfway through the journey and losing strength is inevitable. If the system finds an opening and escapes, and they can't resolve the entanglement between their souls spanning several eons, that would be a much bigger problem.
Although he didn't know why he was no longer a puppet emperor in this life, but instead possessed the body of the second-generation god-king who held power.
How laughable that humans have possessed the gods.
But... who cares about the hidden reasons behind it all? As of now, all that matters is that he is free.
Seeing Chang Hao dodge, the system breathed a huge sigh of relief and caught its breath. It almost wanted to crack open Chang Hao's skull to see what had gone wrong with him, whether he had been turned into an idiot by having his origin stolen.
"Isn't it good to be alive?" the system asked, puzzled. The threat of death and annihilation sent chills down its spine.
He schemed and plotted everything, all for the sake of surviving countless eons, so that after all his old friends had vanished, he could take over the newly born wilderness as a victor.
“Oh no, a deposed emperor, a puppet emperor, a puppet ruler…” Chang Hao sneered, “You have a deep love for the profession of emperor.”
Being the last emperor was bad enough, but each death brought him not peace, but deeper, endless torment.
She often has several powerful figures looming over her head. Besides carefully dealing with them to protect her life, she also occasionally encounters powerful ministers who are bisexual, and she must also protect her own innocence...
Each word of tragedy was written with his blood and tears.
In addition to this, he also had to deal with the system, collect so-called merits, and find excuses to protect these merits under the system's watchful eye, using excuses that the system would not suspect. Chang Hao harbored deep resentment about this, and if it weren't for his strong will, he would have gone mad long ago.
What a joke! How could he not tell the difference between a real system and a fake system?
"Chaotic times are the easiest time to accumulate merit. I am your benefactor. Without me, when the end times come, the whole world will perish, and you pretty boy will only be waiting to die."
When the system realized that force wouldn't work, it started to use a more conciliatory approach. He genuinely felt that he had done a great service, saying, "Without me, where would all your merits come from?"
Is Chang Hao's true form hanging in the Milky Way, shining brightly day and night, in order to avenge the deep-seated blood feud between humans and demons?
"Waiting to die?" Chang Hao said sarcastically, implying, "That's better than living a life worse than death." The last emperor, whoever wants to be the emperor, can be one.
"It's not that you can't let go, it's not that it happens every time..." The system didn't understand Chang Hao's persistence.
In his view, a body is no big deal. If you like someone, you can have a fleeting affair; if you get tired of them, you can find an excuse to abandon them. You don't lose anything.
The useless body is used for pretense and is not the true spirit.
As for feeling guilty, the system would never feel guilty. It wouldn't kindly tell Chang Hao that the reason he always became a puppet emperor or the last emperor was because it resided in Chang Hao's sea of consciousness, not because Chang Hao was really that unlucky and could only be a dying emperor.
"Get lost! If merit wasn't different from ordinary treasures and required to be given voluntarily, you probably wouldn't tolerate me anymore."
Chang Hao was well aware of this, which was why he dared not use his merits to enhance his strength; merits were his protective shield.
"The claim of him being a benefactor is utter nonsense. He's just a cowardly old monster, nothing more than a parasite clinging to life in my sea of consciousness." Chang Hao scoffed. "Go ahead and fool the ghosts."
This old monster has grand ambitions, and he dares not gamble on what harm this old monster will bring to the world, nor does he dare to let himself sink into depravity.
Chang Hao smiled as he gazed at the gray axe in front of him and the towering giant. The system's doomsday was his hope for freedom.
Seeing Chang Hao getting infinitely closer to the Heaven-Opening Divine Axe, with the scythe of death hanging high above his head, the system was furious but helpless.
In the blink of an eye, amidst the system's death throes of "They've gone mad, they've all gone mad...", Chang Hao remained calm and composed, and with a detached acceptance of life and death, he stormed into the bloodthirsty battlefield.
Everywhere were the severed limbs of innate demon gods, thick with the stench of blood. Chang Hao's arrival illuminated this battlefield, making the Asura Battlefield even more brutal. This was a battle to defend the righteous path.
Chang Hao appeared abruptly, and before any of the innate gods and demons could react, he raised his hand and with a single sword stroke, he slashed several innate demon gods as easily as cutting melons and vegetables, and then pierced straight into the back of an innate demon god who was about to launch a sneak attack on Pangu.
Merit and primordial power burn continuously. The primordial wilderness of the future is the homeland that Chang Hao longs for. Those who hinder the creation of the world are his mortal enemies.
It's not about right or wrong, it's about perspective.
Chang Hao desperately wished he could live to see his beloved hometown one last time, where his country and his home were located, and he was willing to give anything for it.
Perhaps, before he dies, he can do something more meaningful.
The primordial energy flowed from the sword, penetrating the defenses breached by the innate demon god and entering the body, instantly igniting a brilliant golden light.
"Rahu, I curse you in the name of the Primordial Demon God. If my path perishes, your path will be difficult to achieve..." The Primordial Demon God was instantly betrayed by his own people and could not understand it. He could only leave behind a curse.
"Unfortunately, it's not just this Rahu you cursed who wields a sword," Chang Hao thought without a trace of guilt as he sheathed his sword.
Seeing Pangu kick the corpses of the innate gods and demons into the primordial world, Chang Hao did the same, kicking the corpses of the demon gods he had killed into the primordial world, so that they would become nourishment for the future primordial world.
As Chang Hao drew his sword, he noticed a furtive black shadow behind Pangu. Suddenly, the shadow appeared beside Pangu, its body radiating golden light, and charged towards Pangu's back with murderous intent.
The creation of the world by Pangu was an inevitable event.
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